Yep, I'm riding down I 45, system blaring, neons on, and laptops glowing in the Beretta GTZ. This little chump in a Intergra keeps toying with me trying to get me to race, so about a mile before I get to my exit I stomp it and leave his ass about 3 car lengths behind. And of course the governor kicks in and after being left about an 1/8 of a mile back he does his ricer fly by when I exit! Just wanted to let you fellas know!